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This rather dark children's story was one of the first pieces of fiction involving weight gain I ever recall reading. I would have been about eleven years old at the time. It's by a rather famous Australian children's author (I won't include his name here cause this is a weird fetish page that I'm sure he'd rather not be associated with). As I child I was a huge fan of his books, and was delighted when his stories were turned into an ABC TV show called Round the Twist. It was such a shame this story was never turned into an episode.

BURP!

Chapter One

IS that a tape recorder, doctor? Is it switched on? Good. I’ll tell you how all this happened. There’s nothing you can do to save me. No one can help me now. So I’ll tell you how I got into this mess.

I’m not in any pain. I’m just crying because I’ll never eat another meal. No more fried chicken. No more potatoes or pasta. And no more chocolate, cakes, donuts or pies.

I didn’t look like this before. I was a very pretty girl. A bit plump. A little overweight. Some people even called me fat. Well I couldn’t help it. I needed a lot of food. I was born hungry. I had a big appetite.

It was all right for skinny people. They didn’t feel hungry. I felt hungry all the time. I needed a lot of food.

When I was fourteen it was especially bad. I was a growing girl and I was always hungry. Everybody tried to stop me eating. My parents tried to put me on a diet. The teachers tried to stop me going to the canteen.

One teacher was really bad. She wrote to my parents, telling them not to give me any money. She said that I was spending it all on junk food.

Her name was Kerr—Pamela Kerr. I hated her. I hated her because she stopped my canteen money.

I hated another person at that school. A kid called Jan Mead. Jan called me names. Names like Fatso, Fat Stuff, Lard Ass and Skinny. She thought it was so funny to call me Skinny.

But I taught Mrs Kerr and Jan Mead a lesson. A lesson that they didn’t forget in a hurry. It was their own fault. They shouldn’t have picked on me for being fat.

The trouble started when we moved to a new house. There was a house in the town that my mother always liked. It was very old. It had history. That’s why my mother bought it. She liked old things.

We were told that an old woman lived there long ago. Her name was Mother Scarrow. She was able to cure sick people. This was in the days before there were doctors. Sick people came from everywhere.

Mother Scarrow had all sorts of cures. She had bottles of herbs and potions. She could cure anything. Mumps, chicken pox, pimples, even bad breath—she could cure the lot.

One day the people in the village killed her. They said she was a witch. They broke into her bedroom and killed her with sticks. A week later everyone in the village died. A terrible disease killed them all. Mother Scarrow couldn’t help them. She was dead.

I didn’t believe that Mother Scarrow was a witch. They probably killed her because she was old and ugly.

My bedroom was the room in which Mother Scarrow was killed. I wasn’t scared about that. I didn’t really believe in witches or spells, so there was nothing to be scared of.

But I wasn’t happy in this house. Not because of the witch, but because I couldn’t get food. That rotten teacher Mrs Kerr told my mother not to give me money. She said I needed to lose weight.

I was starving. My mother put me on a diet. I was only allowed to have three eggs for breakfast. No chocolate, no cakes. Three sandwiches for lunch and no milkshakes!

It wasn’t fair—I needed food. I thought about food all the time. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I saw food in my dreams. Lovely food, like buns, roast chicken, chocolate cake, spaghetti and apple pie.

I had to do something. I was going crazy! I went to the bank and took out all of my spare cash. I went to the shop and bought fifteen bars of chocolate. Then I went to my room and looked for somewhere to hide them and the rest of the money.

The walls of my room were made of large bricks. One of the bricks seemed loose. I took out a knife and started to dig all around it. It soon came out. I looked in the hole. There was something in there.

It was a book, a very old book. On the cover it had a word that I had never seen before. It said ‘FPELLF’.
Inside were pages and pages of handwriting. It was shaky writing. It looked as if someone old had written it. It was smudged and hard to read.

At first I couldn’t understand any of it. The spelling was wrong. Then I realised something. None of the words had the letter ‘s’ in them. Where there should have been an ‘s’, there was and ‘f’.

I looked at the cover again. It said ‘FPELLF’. It meant ‘SPELLS’.

I had found Mother Scarrow’s book of spells!

Chapter Two

I spent a lot of time reading that book. It was slow work, but at last I got the hang of it. Every page had a different spell. There was a cure for every illness you could think of.

Some were spells for things that were not sicknesses at all. There was one for fixing long noses. Another was for ugly faces. One page had a cure for bad dreams.

Then I got a shock. One page was about fat people. I read it carefully. I thought it would be about diets. It wasn’t. It was a spell to make you thin. But you could eat as much as you liked!

There was a black feather pressed flat between the pages. It had been there for hundreds of years. The book explained what to do with the feather. It would help you to lose weight.

The book told you to eat a big meal. Anything you liked. Then you had to pick up the feather and write
someone’s name. The name of someone you didn’t like. This person would get fatter but you would stay thin. You could write the name in the air, or anywhere else you liked. Your enemy would get the fat from the meal!

I didn’t really believe in spells, but I liked the idea of this one. I had lots of enemies. There were plenty of people I would like to make fat. All those people who had called me names. I could pay them back.

I picked up the feather and looked at it. If only the spell was real! I could become thinner and make everyone else fat. I decided to give it a try. I picked up some more of the money I had taken out of
the bank. Then I went down the street to the shops. I went in to Fred’s Cafe. I sat down at a table and ordered a meal.

It was a big meal. I started with chicken soup. Then I had a rump steak with eggs, chips, vegetables and onions. I was still hungry so I had more. I ordered a mixed grill—two chops, sausages, eggs, bacon and a salad.

After this I was ready for dessert. I had a piece of apple pie, a plate of ice-cream and some cheesecake.

My money was nearly gone. So I finished up with two cups of coffee, a milkshake and six cream buns.

I felt full. My belt was tight. My stomach was sticking out. I had to undo a button on my jeans. I felt a bit sick. Then I did a loud burp. That made me feel better.

I picked up the feather and wrote a name in the air with the feather. The name was Jan Mead. She was the kid who had called me Fatso.

Nothing seemed to happen. Then I looked at my belt. It was loose. I had to do up the button on my jeans. I didn’t feel sick now. I felt hungry again!

Chapter Three

THE next day was Monday. It was a school day. For once, I really wanted to go to school. I wanted to see what had happened to Jan Mead.

Jan was away from school. I was disappointed. Then I found out why she was away. She had a bad stomach ache. She was very sick. The doctor said that he had been greedy. What a laugh!

Now I knew the witch’s spell worked.

Every day I ate as much as I could. I ate big meals—very big meals. After each meal I used the feather. I wrote Jan’s name with the feather. I had some great meals. Trifle, chocolate cake, cream sponge, jelly. I ate everything that is unhealthy.

I started to lose weight. I became thinner and thinner. My parents were very pleased. They thought I was on a diet. They gave me my pocket money back. They were pleased that I had changed my ways.

Jan started to put on weight. She became fatter and fatter. She didn’t call me Fatso any more. People started to call her Fatso. She became very large. She had to buy new clothes. Her old ones wouldn’t fit. Soon she was the fattest girl in the school.

Jan went on a diet. She had to eat healthy, boring food like carrots and apples. I almost felt sorry for her until I remembered what she had called me. I remembered how she used to tease me. I kept eating big meals and writing her name with the feather.

I started to get too thin. I didn’t want to fade away altogether. I decided to use the feather less often. I only used it on junk food. Chocolate, chips, those sorts of things.

I didn’t use the feather on good food. If I ate an apple I didn’t use the feather. If I ate rubbish I did. In this way I developed a healthy body. Jan grew fatter and fatter

Next Jan started playing truant. She would not go to school because the kids all teased her for being so fat.

In the end Jan got into big trouble. Her parents said she was sneaking food out of the refrigerator. They had a big row. Jan ran away from home. But the police caught her. They brought her back. That taught her a lesson.

I’d got my revenge on Jan. But there was another person I wanted to punish—Mrs Kerr, the Maths teacher.

This teacher had been giving me a lot of trouble. She gave the class a Mathematics test. She only gave me thirty marks out of one hundred. I was bottom of the class. She said I hadn’t done my homework.

It wasn’t my fault. I had been out to dinner. I went to a Chinese restaurant. I had a big meal. I took three hours to eat it. There was no time for homework.

I decided to use the feather on Mrs Kerr. I started at once. I wrote her name after breakfast, lunch and dinner. I just used snacks to keep my own strength up.

Mrs Kerr was not as easy as Jan. She stopped eating when she found she was getting fat. This made it difficult for me. I had to eat more and more.

I ate at every chance I got. I ate in bed, I ate on the way to school, I ate at school and I ate on the way home.

I had huge meals. My parents didn’t care anymore. I wasn’t fat so they let me eat what I liked. My plate was always heaped up. After each meal I wrote Mrs Kerr’s name with the feather.

At last the spell began to work. Mrs Kerr started to get plump. It was getting to her. She was worried. Her face became red and she walked around shaking her head. She didn’t know why she was getting fat.

Mrs Kerr had a little sports car, a red MG. Every day she drove to school in this car. She loved it. She was always showing it off. The boys thought her car was terrific. They thought Mrs Kerr was terrific too, just because she was good looking.

But I fixed all that. I fixed it for good.

I used the feather all day every day. Mrs Kerr became so fat that she couldn’t fit into her car. It was too small for such a fat woman. She sold the MG and bought a bike. It was funny to see her riding to school on a bicycle. A great fat woman on a tiny bicycle. She could hardly stay on it. She thought the exercise would help her to lose weight. Fat chance!

Chapter Four

A year went by. My body was in good shape. I had a good figure. I had large breasts and a thin waist. I was very healthy, and pretty.

I was fifteen years old. I started to notice boys. One boy in particular. His name was Sam. He was very good looking.

I decided to ask him out. I asked him to go out to dinner with me. ‘No’, he said, ‘you are too vain. You’re always talking about your body, how much thinner you are than everyone else. Looks aren’t everything, being thin isn’t everything. You should care about whether a person is nice. Not whether they are good looking.’

What a nerve tuning me down like that! I went red in the face. It was embarrassing. I decided to teach him a lesson. I decided to use the spell on Sam.

‘Looks aren’t everything’, he had said. We would see about that.

It was the school holidays. I went home and ate. I ate all day, and most of the night. Then I used the feather. I did this all day for two weeks. I just ate and wrote his name with the feather. I was mad with him, really angry.

When I got back to school I saw that Sam was no different. He still had a good figure. l found out he was doing exercises. He ran to school. He jogged in the mornings. He did push-ups, and sit-ups. He went to football training twice a week. He was fighting the weight, fighting me.

I wasn’t going to let him win. I ate more and more. I ate until midnight every night. I used the feather all the time.

In the end Sam started to grow chubby. He couldn’t exercise while he was at school. But I kept eating. And writing his name with the feather. He grew as fat as Mrs Kerr and Jan. He was my biggest victory.

The funny thing was that everyone still liked him. He was still popular, even though he was fat. I couldn’t understand it.

The truth is I still liked Sam myself. He was always joking and smiling. I was crazy, but I decided to give him another chance. I decided that I would tell him how to lose weight. Then he would be grateful. He would want to go out with me.

I went up to him in the school canteen, ‘Sam’, I said. ‘I can help you to lose weight.’

He looked interested. ‘How?’, he asked.

Then I made a big mistake. I told him all about the feather. He listened until I had finished. Then he said, ‘That’s ridiculous. I don’t believe it. And even if it were true it would be mean. It would be the meanest thing in the world. And you would be the meanest person in the world.’

‘But I can help you!’ I told him. ‘If I stop using the feather you can be thin again!’

‘That's not funny’, he said. ‘It’s a bad joke. Leave me alone.’ He turned around and walked off. He gave me the finger.

I decided never to tell anyone else about the feather. No one would like me. I would be unpopular.

Later that day I saw Sam talking to Mrs Kerr. I could tell that they were talking about me. He was tapping his head with a finger, like you do when someone is mad, or stupid. He thought I was crazy. I started to feel scared. I didn’t want to get caught using the feather. I had made three people fat. They could make a lot of trouble for me.

At lunch time I noticed Mrs Kerr watching me. She was watching me eat my lunch. I knew what she was thinking. She was wondering how I could eat eight pies for lunch and still stay thin. I didn’t use the feather. I didn’t want to get caught.

I was feeling a bit low. Depressed. To cheer myself up I went out for dinner. I went to the Chinese restaurant again. Chinese food was my favourite. I sat down and ordered my meal. This is what I had: Chinese soup, sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, prawns in batter, fish with bamboo shoots, and pork with vegetables. For dessert I had two plates of ice-cream and ten banana fritters.

I looked up and saw Mrs Kerr sitting in the comer, watching me.

All she had for dinner was a plate of soup.

I was so full I felt sick, but I decided that I would have to be careful. I dragged my overstuffed self to the lavatory and wrote Sam’s name there. I felt better.

When I returned Mrs Kerr looked at me with pity. She probably thought I was bulimic. Ha!

From that point on I kept the feather hidden. I only wrote with it where no one could see me. In my bedroom with the door closed. Or in the lavatory of a cafe.

For the next three years I kept my secret. I kept Mrs Kerr and Sam fat. I wrote Mrs Ker’s name on Monday, Sam’s on Tuesday. This left me five more days for other people.

I used the feather every day for three years. I used it on all sorts of people. I even used it on a dog. The old lady over the road had a dog. It was a real pest, always barking and yapping. It was a Corgi, named Charlie.

I used the feather on the Corgi for two weeks. It got so fat that it couldn’t walk. It just sat there panting on the door-step. Then it died. The vet said that the Corgi died from a strained heart. He said its heart just couldn’t keep such a fat body alive. The old lady bought another dog. It didn’t yap so I let it live.

I will only tell you about one or two more of my victims. There were too many for me to remember them all.

One was Mr Peppi. He owned an ice-cream shop. I asked him for a Saturday job. I thought I could get some extra food without paying for it.

‘No,’ he said. ‘You have bad manners. You would put the customers off. And you have an eating disorder. Everybody knows how much you like to binge and purge. I would go broke!’

He did go broke. I sent him broke. I made him into the fattest ice-cream man in the country. His wife said he was eating the ice-cream. She thought that was why he was fat. They had a big fight. Then she left him and went to live somewhere else.

Mr Peppi was heartbroken. He didn’t open the shop. He just sat there looking out of the window.

The feather was good to me. It was useful. I could punish anyone who was bad to me, any enemy at all.
I even used the feather to help the country. I liked basketball. I often went to games. I wanted my team to win the championship. So I started trying to make the best players from other teams fat. It took many months to work. Oh boy did I eat a lot! I felt like I was training as hard as the players!

At last I started to see results. One player in particular was said to be destined to become the next Michael Jordan. Shame he didn’t play for my team. By the end of the season he’d gotten so fat he could barely jump a foot off the ground! He was dropped from the team. I took out three more key players over the next year and my team started to win like never before. We won the championship. All thanks to me!

Chapter Five

FOR four years I ate and then wrote a name with the feather. But yesterday things started to go wrong. It was my birthday. I just turned eighteen.

My parents gave me a big party. Lots of food and drink. I ate as much as usual. Then I went upstairs. I wanted to write a name with the feather. I was feeling bloated.

Just for fun I wrote the name of the Prime Minister. Nothing happened. I still felt full. A bit ill actually. I
wrote another name—still nothing.

I didn’t worry too much. I let out my belt two notches. Then I went back to the party. It was no good, I felt sick. I went back upstairs to my room.

I went over to the mirror and looked at myself. I was getting a pot belly. My stomach was sticking out, hanging over my belt. My legs looked fatter and so did my arms. Even my face looked chubby.

I started to get nervous. Maybe the spell didn’t work anymore. I would have to go on a diet. A big diet. It
would be hard. For four years I had been eating enough to feed an elephant. It would be hard to stop.

I went to the hiding place and took out the Book of Spells. I decided to read it carefully. Maybe I had done something wrong.

There were a lot of spells. Hundreds. I read them all. Some I had not read before. At last I came to the back page. Something was written in small letters. It was difficult to read, but I kept going.

What I read made me frightened. Terrified. The last page told how long each spell lasted. The fat-people spell lasted four years. Then after four years the person who used the feather would get ALL the fat back from ALL the people. Four years of fat. I was going to get it all back!

I crawled over to the mat. I started to do push-ups. Some jumping-jacks. My boobs bounced so much they snapped my bra! Then I ran up and down the stairs. Tried to run up and down the stairs, that is. My thighs were getting so big I could hardly waddle. I was in a panic. I didn’t want to get fat again. Not after all I had been through.

It was no use. I was getting fatter all the time. I was swelling up like a balloon. My hands looked like rubber gloves that had been blown up. My belt burst. All the buttons popped off my top. My jeans split down the seams.

I felt very tired. I lay down on the bed. I creaked under my weight. I was getting bigger by the minute. My legs were expanding. My skin was tight. I felt as if I were going to burst. I could see myself getting larger as I looked.

My belly began to rumble. My shoes burst open. So did my socks. My toes sprang out like fat bananas. I was twice as big as before. Double the size. Triple. I kept growing bigger and bigger. Nothing could stop it.

All my clothes split off. I was like a naked, fat pig. The legs on the bed broke. The bed fell to the floor with a bang. I thought I would stop growing soon but I didn’t. I just kept getting fatter, and fatter. I remembered how much had I eaten over the past four years and began to blush. I could feel all those calories inside me now making me as big as a circus fat lady. I had really over done it. I’d been so greedy. Abused my power.

I grew as big as a cow. Then an elephant. I couldn’t move. I just lay on my back on the floor like a beached whale. ‘Help, help!’ I screamed.

My parents ran up the stairs. They couldn’t get in the door. I took up the whole room.

My head was like a pea on a pumpkin. It was squashed up against the roof. My left leg crashed out of one of the windows. It filled up the whole window frame. I could see a face in the other window. It was yours, doctor. You can’t get in, but at least you have been able to get a tape recorder and record my story.

It is hard to breathe. There isn’t much air left. The whole room is taken up by my bloated body.

I am the fattest woman in the country. In the world. In the universe!

Well that is my story. That is how I got like this. I can hear men taking the roof off. Other men have gone to get a crane to lift me out.

It’s no use, is it doctor?

I know it’s no use. I can’t last long. My heart won’t stand the strain. I’m going to die. Soon.

I hope everything I have said is on the tape recorder. It’s important that you get my story. I want the whole world to know what happened. At least I will be famous.

My chest hurts. I have a bad pain. I’m going. I’m dying. These will be my last words:
‘BURP-BURRRP!’
Burp!
This rather dark children's story was one of the first pieces of fiction involving weight gain I ever recall reading. I would have been about eleven years old at the time. It's by a rather famous Australian children's author (I won't include his name here cause this is a weird fetish page that I'm sure he'd rather not be associated with). As I child I was a huge fan of his books, and was delighted when his stories were turned into an ABC TV show called Round the Twist. It was such a shame this story was never turned into an episode.
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New story out y’all ;)

A sexy dark little tale involving feedism, fat teasing, extreme weight gain, force feeding all set in a surreal dreamlike state where a sexy young fat girl’s darkest desires can come to life at the hands of a sinister antagonist.

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Hi there Little Piggy. I think it’s time we had a little chat about how FAT you’re getting. I mean just look at all that naughty, jiggly, blubber!

Why can’t you stop eating fatty? Are you really that hungry all the time? Do you like being a greedy fat little glutton? Stuffing your fat little face with more, and more, and more, until you’re so full you think you might just pop? Such a naughty fatty! You just can’t stop growing can you?

What if prepared a banquet in your honour. All you can eat. Yes even you porky!

Are you hungry fat girl?

Starving?

Well go on then, plump little piggy, eat up! Eat all that you can and then eat even more. Yes that’s right just eat and eat and eat like the naughty little glutton you are. Just eat and eat and eat and eat…

Oh my you’re getting even fatter aren’t you? I can see your belly growing!

Go on keep eating!

Don’t worry about your clothes getting tighter. Keep eating.

Don’t worry as your buttons pop off one by one, just keep eating more.

Don’t worry as your big fat butt splits the seat of your pants.

Don’t worry as your fat belly comes pouring out for everyone to see.

Don’t worry as everyone stares at your ballooning waist and thunder-thighs thinking,

“Oh God, what an enormous porker!”

Just keep eating piggy. I want to see you grow, and grow, and grow, and GROW!

I want to rub and squeeze all that naughty fat, slide my fingers between your fat rolls, bury my face in your huge tubby belly.

I want to watch your underpants dig in to your fat as you swell up like a balloon, watch their threads stretch and snap as your fat outgrows them, tearing them to shreds.

I want to make you bigger, and Bigger, and BIGGER. Breasts the size of volleyballs, hips so embarrassingly wide you can’t fit anywhere! Fat little sausage fingers and toes, and your cute chubby face so fat you’ll barely recognise yourself in the mirror.

Stuff that fat gut! Grow for me piggy! Bigger! BIGGER!! Don’t stop eating!

I want to make you so fat you’re almost completely round. Like a huge, gigantic beached whale. So fat and round you can’t even reach your own bellybutton. Too fat and helpless to even reach for more food, but don’t worry, I’ll keep feeding you more, and more, and more! Pancakes, donuts, cupcakes, pies, chocolate, ice-cream, so much food! And you have to eat it ALL!

I won’t want to stop until you’re the fattest naughtiest piggy in the whole world! ;) <3 xoxo

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Putting my professional audio skills to work with this little erotic audio fantasy for feedees. Complete with with playful teasing and rapid weight gain growth sound effects!

Voice acting by yours truly :$ Please let me know what you think <3 (no jokes about my accent!)

You can listen to it here on tumblr: Fat Fantasy for a Plump Little Piggy

And if you really like what you hear you can download it for free here too: www.e-junkie.com/noarthereonly…

- And - should you find yourself enjoying it more than once, perhaps you'd consider making a little donation when you download? Because if there's enough interest in this kind of fantasy audio content I'll consider investing my time in making more, maybe even take script ideas :0

Additionally if you're interested in using my professional audio services for the creation of kinky fat fetish or weight gain/feedist fantasy content to go with your own artwork, animations or fantasy videos, send me a message. I am equipped to work with most formats of video content, skilled at mixing and editing dialogue and/or adding sound effects to existing footage.
Fat Audio Fantasy for a Plump Little Piggy
Putting my professional audio skills to work with this little erotic audio fantasy for feedees. Complete with with playful teasing and rapid weight gain growth sound effects :O

Voice acting by yours truly :$ Please let me know what you think <3 (no jokes about my accent! :P)

You can listen to it here on tumblr: Fat Fantasy for a Plump Little Piggy

And if you really like what you hear you can download it for free here too: www.e-junkie.com/noarthereonly…

- And - should you find yourself enjoying it more than once, perhaps you'd consider making a little donation when you download? Because if there's enough interest in this kind of fantasy audio content I'll consider investing my time in making more, maybe even take script ideas :O

Additionally if you're interested in using my professional audio services for the creation of kinky fat fetish or weight gain/feedist fantasy content to go with your own artwork, animations or fantasy videos, send me a message. I am equipped to work with most formats of video content, skilled at mixing and editing dialogue and/or adding sound effects to existing footage.
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You stare at your bathroom scale in disbelief,

ERR!” it says.

Your heart races knowing that it maxes out at 150kgs. You stare at yourself in the mirror, your big round tummy, your large full breasts, your soft wide hips, every inch of you looking like it’s ready to burst out of your tight clothes. You poke your fat. You can barely believe it’s all you. How could anyone gain so much weight in such a short time? It sends your imagination spinning…

You imagine weighing yourself, wearing only your underwear, standing on a huge set of scales with a big clock face style dial looking surprised as the needle comes to rest on 165kgs. You rub your belly, swollen from a huge meal, you’re about to step off the platform when you notice the dial now reads just below 167kgs. You get excited knowing you’re the fattest you’ve ever been. Then you look again at the dial, it seems to have moved very slightly above 167kgs. A loud gurgle from your stomach distracts you and when you look back the needle is definitely pointing at 168kgs. You stare at it intently, squinting as you realise it’s still slowly moving… upwards. As it gradually passes 169kgs, and continues rising your tight underpants creak loudly. They’re so tight they’re digging into your fat uncomfortably. Past 170kgs and they rip a little. Your pulse starts to race a little as you realise the needle is speeding up. Your jaw slowly drops as it ticks past 171, 172, 173, 174, 175kgs! And it keeps going! Your cheeks flush bright red as you begin to feel like a big fat balloon. You hit 180kgs in no time at all! You gasp as you actually begin to feel the sensation of your fat… expanding. Your large belly, soft breasts and huge butt cheeks wobble a little as you grow… and grow… and grow! You blush harder as your belly juts out even further in front of you. 185. 190! 195!! It’s not stopping! You break a sweat as your realise it might actually be speeding up! Your straining creaking underpants finally burst off you completely. You begin panting in alarm and shock, almost wincing as the needle passes the scale’s maximum of 200kgs!!

You shudder as the scale groans under your weight, you can FEEL your immense heaviness forcing down on it. You hear metallic creaks, pings, and bangs from inside the mechanism, it sounds like the scale is breaking apart. You can only watch dumbstruck as the needle completes a full circle and then falls off the face of the dial with a loud clang. The metal platform beneath your feet starts to feel less stable. Like it’s starting to bend!

You start to panic and try to take a step off the scale but your huge expanding body is just so unsteady and hard to manoeuvre. You struggle as you lift your huge thick wobbling leg, your fat quivering as you complete a step. Lifting your other leg is even harder, as you continue to get heavier by the second! Fat rolls jiggling, you gasp as you begin to topple over! You wobble frantically, blubber flying everywhere as you struggle to regain your balance.

Breathing hard, you look back worriedly at the scale’s broken dial and see with some alarm that it seems to be transforming. The face flips around and on the other side is a red faceplate with new measurements, much larger measurements. The scale’s lowest value is now 250kgs!

A new clock hand pops out of the centre of the faceplate, instead of a usual needle shape, it appears to be shaped like a large dinner fork! Along its handle is the text “Greediness Rating.” Your jaw drops in indignation at being insulted by the scale, but your pulse races with concern as the prongs of the dinner fork travel slowly up the dial indicating your ever-increasing fatness.

And then you finally lose your balance. As you tumble backwards the base of the scale suddenly widens out into a large mattress and the weight of your huge behind pulls you down onto it. Big waves of fat crash over your body as you land.

You struggle to get up but discover your body is just too fat and heavy! You can barely even sit up! Your massive body just quivers like jello. Your huge naughty belly quakes as it points up into the air.

You try to roll on to your side but can’t even manage that! The mattress is just so soft you can’t quite get the leverage you need from your thickening limbs to push against it, and with every moment they get thicker and fatter and more and more useless. You can feel your rounding face wobble like jello with every movement you try to make! You’ve become so fat you’re almost completely helpless! An immobile blob of blubber!

Exhausted from the exertion you peer fearfully back up at the face of the scale over your rising belly and gasp with alarm after seeing that prongs of the fork have already passed the 300kg mark! And are still rising! You’re as big as a circus fat lady! And still getting bigger! Just how FAT are you going to get?!!

You whimper as you feel your body swelling up even more. You seem to be fattening up faster and faster with every passing moment. You feel your gigantic thighs push each other apart as they inflate, your belly is becoming a ballooning ocean of fat, your breasts are massive wobbling heavy jumbo-sized watermelons, actually even bigger and rounder than watermelons usually get. Your feet so plump they are almost spherical in shape with little fat toes sticking out, your fingers and palms are so fat and tight you can’t even make a fist with your hand anymore. All you can do is watch the dial increase as you swell like an amazing fat girl balloon, the fork passing 400kgs… creak goes the scale… 450kgs… groan… 500kgs… and still rising!

After a certain point the numbers on the dial stop and instead there are little cartoon pictures of animals. Somewhere around where the 600-700kg mark should be, instead is a picture of a big fat cow. As the fork passes the image of the cow a bell dings and the words “Greediness Rating” begin to flash. You suddenly notice a yellow indicator on a panel to the right of the dial has lit up next to the words “A very naughty glutton: as big as a cow! Urgent dieting required!

Your bloated round face blushes bright red as you recall the shameful amount of calories you’ve been stuffing into yourself in recent months. Your heart beats harder at the realisation the scale is telling you you’re literally as big as a cow!

You then realise that’s your second “Greediness Rating” the first was already illuminated below, “One very hungry piggy: the fattest girl you ever saw! Seriously time to cut back, get some exercise!

You blush again thinking of all the time you’ve spent lazing doing nothing but eat, eat, eat, and eat! It was bound to catch up with you eventually, but could you really be the fattest girl anyone had ever seen? Now so fat you’re barely able to move it certainly feels that way!

As the dinner fork shaped dial ploughs onwards and upwards you squeeze and squirm your ginormous thighs against each other as best you can, achieving little but sending waves and ripples across your vast rolls of flesh. You can feel yourself inflating with more fat almost forcefully, blowing up like a blimp, bigger, bigger, bigger! The fork passes another animal, what looks like a large sea lion or maybe a big fat walrus. Another indicator light gives you a new greediness rating of “Unstoppable eating machine: A one ton behemoth!

Holy shit do you really weight that much?! Just how much FATTER could you possibly get?!

The fork dial doesn’t stop there. Fatter, FATter, FATTER! You grow until the dial passes the image of a very rotund looking hippopotamus.

Shamefully gluttonous: Bigger butt than a five ton hippo! Stop her eating before it’s too late!

Your cheeks get hot with embarrassment, your whole inflated face feels as round and wide as the moon, only much, much, squishier. There’s more fat in your double chin than some people have in their whole bodies! Meanwhile you can feel your gigantic butt cheeks expanding underneath you, raising the huge dome of your wobbling belly higher and higher as it too inflates rounder and so very much bigger. You splutter and gasp in horror, the fat just keeps on coming faster and faster. Your arms and legs are pushed out to your sides as you swell and swell, more and more fat ceaselessly packing itself onto your frame.

You stare in shock as the fork dial moves on, travelling almost as fast as the second hand of a clock showing hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of fat pouring into your quivering, straining, ballooning body.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as the fork approaches what looks like… an elephant?! Surely not! You can’t possibly get *that* fat! … can you? :O

But the fork prongs are pushed up to the mark by the immensity of your blubber and you’re given yet another “Greediness Rating” of:

DISGRACEFUL! More than seven tons overweight!! Bad, bad, greedy fat girl! So big and fat she can’t fit in her house!

The next image on the scale’s dial fills you with dread. You can clearly make out its shape just before your belly eclipses your view of the dial. Your mind spins. How much does a whale weigh? 10,000kgs? 20,000kgs? You’ve heard of whales reaching as much as 100,000kgs!! You feel the fat rush into you at speed, every inch of you is filled to the brim. Your rolls form rolls of their you’re your face and neck swell so much you can barely even move your head due to everything being so tight and swollen. Absolutely every inch of you is bulging with fat, fat and more fat! A red warning light has begun flashing on the scale. All the “Greediness Rating” indicator lights start to flicker, and then start going haywire rapidly flashing on and off randomly. The last rating begins to flicker on, as you read the words your eyes widen in panic. It’s written in big bold red letters: “WARNING: SEVERELY GLUTTONOUS FAT GIRL! THIS GREEDY WHALE’S GOING TO BLOW!

You whimper as you feel your skin tighten, your huge chubby cheeks puff up so much they begin to block your eyes, your breasts ache with creaking fullness, you feel so bloated! so heavy! so full! so FAT!

CREAK… your body groans with a scary stretching sound of being overfull with fat.

You whimper and close your eyes and start to pray! Desperate to stop gaining weight you vow to start eating healthy… CREAAK… Crying you shut your eyes tighter, frantically making fake promises of being a good girl and never overeating ever again! GROAN… You pray for a diet doctor! CREAAAK… A magic slim fast! CREAAAAK… Anything before you blow up and burst like the naughty glutton you are!

An alarm bell rings urgently, like an old fire alarm. The scale’s display is starting to tilt lopsided, as if the entire giant metal structure were bending under your weight. You struggle to raise your head amongst so much fat to see it’s last terrifying message:

DANGER: SHE’S GOTTEN TOO FAT!
DANGER: SHE’S GOTTEN TOO FAT!
DANGER: SHE’S GOTTEN TOO FAT!


The letters blink rapidly as the display continues to bend further with a sound like bending metal girders. You stare in terrified disbelief as the dial on the scale explodes into several pieces that clang to the floor. The blinking display hangs by exposed wires still flickering and continuing to warn you that you’re the size of a house with repeated messages insulting your weight flashing over and over…



Your eyes snap open from your daydream. You’ve unbuttoned your pants and pulled back your top to expose your belly. You stare at all that soft fat in the mirror clutching it hard with both hands, shaking and wobbling it about vigorously. You gasp and moan, your voice quivering as your face contorts for a moment. Then you sigh deeply, a thin film of perspiration forming on your brow and rounded cheeks. You look yourself in the eyes and smile guiltily.

“I need a new scale,” you whisper excitedly under your breath.
I'd just like to say thank you to all the fans of my weight gain stories, and an extra special THANK YOU <3 to all those who have purchased something from my e-junkie store.

Being a full time student with with no income support has been tough, but the small amount of income I've gotten from these stories has totally allowed me to scrape by and continue following my dream of becoming a world class audio producer/mixing engineer. My days of being broke will hopefully be coming to an end soon, I've just got to make it past the next 3 months of university and then I can rejoin the workforce and start living like a normal human being again :)

To express my gratitude I've posted what I believe is one of the hottest weight gain teasing and expansion sequences I've ever written for free here on deviantart. Enjoy!

Jess' Fattening Fantasy

There's several more juicy dreams and vivid fantasies continuing throughout the rest of the story but this one was my favourite and I decided that everyone should be able to read it.

Thanks again everyone! Who knows? In my audio production capacity maybe someday I'll get the resources together to turn one of these stories into an audio book with sound effects and sexy dialogue, now wouldn't that be exciting? :)
  • Listening to: Spoon - They Want My Soul
  • Watching: Adventure Time

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SenorX007 Featured By Owner 23 hours ago  New Deviant
Thanks for the watch good sir
Might I ask why you watched me?
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noarthereonlyfat Featured By Owner 23 hours ago
I also write weight gain fiction, I was just checking out your stories.
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SenorX007 Featured By Owner 23 hours ago  New Deviant
Any of mine you like?
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noarthereonlyfat Featured By Owner 23 hours ago
Sure the Devil's Food series is fun.
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jayarpro Featured By Owner Jul 13, 2016  Hobbyist
Thanks for the favs and watch, appreciate it!
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noarthereonlyfat Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2016
You're welcome :)
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stuffedbellylover Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2016
Thanks for the DevArt-watch!!!

Best wishes,

Chris
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noarthereonlyfat Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2016
You're welcome dude!
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stuffedbellylover Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2016
Thanks!!!

All the best,

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stuffedbellylover Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2016
Thanks for the fav!

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